[ckissick]

I used to fly a radio-controlled glider on this rural hillside and a few times a red tailed hawk would attack the plane. It would come down from behind, thinking the "bird" couldn't see him. But I could. So I was able to make evasive maneuvers. It knocked the plane out of the sky one time, anyway. Ripped a wing off. I didn't mind; that was always the most fun kind of flying.